A glorious saga is finally on the verge of coming to an end and it's something we don't have control on.
Now even though MRD was over, it was in my mind that the Forum is there and I could always fall back on it. The rushing madness for 9.30 p.m. slot has been replaced with nothing but solitude.
But today things are different.
Solitude is a party
Where I invite myself
To dine on "implication,"
To drink "significance."
Thus I fill my separate need
And I must confess...
There could not be a better host
Nor a more intriguing guest.
Life will seem empty, though the intoxicating dregs will be there in every cup of tea that I drink.
Thank you all Friends for giving so much and for making this a wonderful place.
Regards
Poet